He's an old man. He's too slow. He can't keep up with you.
Come on. Use that jab. How's that cut?
He's all right.
Knock the legs out from under him.
Trap him in the corner, and really work him.
Do not fight this fight his way.
You make him fight this fight your way!
Let's go. You got him.
A left to the body and a hard right to the head!
A left-right-left by Lewis. His dancing shoes are off.
It's a fight now, folks!
Work his body, Jim!
Braddock punching well with both hands now.
Toe to toe! No one giving an inch.
That left has some pop!
Jimmy's hoping those body shots will pay dividends.
Keep him in there! Stay with him!
Don't give him any room! No room!
Get out of the corner.
Braddock pushing all the action now.
Lewis can't discourage him. Tremendous pressure from Jimmy.
Lewis is running out of real estate in this 24-foot ring.
Jump on him!
And Lewis is down!
Gotcha. Good boy.
Get up!
One. There you go, get up!
Two. Come on.
Three.
Four. Five.
Six.
The referee wipes his gloves
and Braddock steams back to ring center!
Close it down.
Another big right by Braddock!
Lewis is just a piece of meat as Braddock is carving him up!
Braddock is now dominating Lewis! Here comes Jimmy!
Side to side! Side to side!
In the tenth, riding high after his dazzling victory...
over John Henry Lewis...
Jim Braddock has just hit a wall named Art Lasky.
He can't keep taking those body shots.
I know. He's cracked a couple of ribs for sure.
Lasky walks through those jabs...
and keeps working on Braddock's body.
But Braddock won't fold!
He's making Lasky work hard for every minute of every round.
That's it, get on him!
There you go, James! That's it!
Lasky's starting to impose his will.
He's showing why Jimmy Johnston is making noises...
about matching him with Max Baer for the title.
Break it up!
Come on. Break free.
Break.
Don't sit down. You're not tired. You're fine.
Get that thing out of here! He don't need it!
Is he looking over at you?
Shake your head like you don't need it.
Shake your head like you don't want it. There.
Why isn't he sitting down? Pay attention.
Yeah, now he's gonna wonder:
"If Braddock is such an old man, why is he still standing?
Why is he still coming at me?"
You're stronger than this guy. Don't back up! Don't back off!
This guy is a bull-rusher.
He's gonna keep coming at you all night until you stop him.
He can't back up. You stop him.
You gotta beat this son of a bitch!
You gotta beat this son of a bitch from the inside out!
You hear me? You gotta get in there.
You get in there and you hit him...
and you keep hitting him until you break his nose.
You fill his face with blood.
Beat him from the inside out, Jim! From the inside out!
Lasky continues to fire.
Braddock looks like he's finally starting to wilt.
That's it! That's more like it!
Back him up!
Lasky now looking to put a Grimm ending...
to Braddock's fairy-tale comeback.
Lasky pounding hard shots to the body.
Braddock just took a tremendous shot!
A hard right to the head which knocked his mouthpiece...
to the canvas.
Braddock just took Lasky's best shot!
And it didn't even faze him!
Get in there and take that sucker!
He's showing tremendous determination!
Right in there and get his nose!
Braddock comes in with a hard shot to the body!
The younger Lasky looks like he's starting to wilt...
under the pressure from the Bulldog of North Bergen.
Braddock is now back on the attack!
Another vicious combination by Braddock!
And Lasky's flowing blood from the nose!
The 15th and final round.
Braddock now looks like the younger fighter...
and grimly determined.
The Garden is on its feet! Jim Braddock will not be denied!
There's the bell! This one goes to the scorecards.
And the winner by unanimous decision...
James J. Braddock!
Thanks, buddy.
Max? What?
Save a little bit of it...
Jimmy Braddock just beat Lasky.
They made him the number one contender.
Max, when are we gonna go to... Shut up.
Maxie, you... Shut up!
I'm not gonna fight Jimmy Braddock. He's a chump.
You tell Johnston to bring me somebody who can fight back.
You gonna bust your contract? It's done, Max.
That's him? Yeah? Yes, it is.
I'm telling you. That's Braddock.
Hey, Mrs. Braddock.
Sara's here.
Yeah? Yeah.
I got her to sleep.
Hey, Jim.
Mike's gone missing.
How long?
Three days.
I've been staying at my brother's since Jake cut him.
Jake fired him? I didn't know that.
You know how Mike gets. All his talk. So much trouble.
He's been sleeping nights down in the Hooverville.
My brother didn't have room for both him and us.
Mike said, you know, if he had to stay down there anyway...
he was gonna try to get everybody organized.
Something's wrong, Jim. I know it.
Now I'm hearing there's some trouble in Hooverville.
He wouldn't leave me and the baby for this long.
He just wouldn't.
I didn't know who else to come to, Jim.
Come on, out of the way! Beat it! Move along!
Get the hell out of here, coppers!
Mike? Mike Wilson!
Mike Wilson!
...do nothing. If you let these Commies in here...
and start a riot, then what do you think's gonna happen?
Get over here.
On your feet!
You pull a knife on me, you son of a bitch?
What the hell happened here?
We tried to break up these agitators, peaceful-like...
but they charged us. What is this?
The horses got spooked. Wagons turned over.
Three or four of them got run over. They're hurt pretty bad.
This is a mess. One hell of a mess.
What did I tell you? Get back.
Don't move those two. Wait for the stretcher.
Keep those bastards back!
Get those guys next, the ones who got trampled on.
Hey, Jim. Mike.
You're gonna be okay, Mike.
Yeah, tell Sara.
Will you tell her I'm gonna be... I'll tell Sara.
I'm gonna be late, Jimmy.
"Our Father, who art in heaven,
"Hallowed be thy name.
"Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
"Give us this day our daily bread.
"And forgive us our trespasses...
"as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."
How about it, Pete?
All right, fellas. Fellas, that's it.
Now, keep your questions short and to the point.
We're gonna start off with Frank Essex.
Frank Essex.
All right, take it easy, Petey, jeez.
Frank Essex, Daily News.
You got a lot of reporters here today.
A lot of people are interested in this fight.
What do you got to say to your fans today, Jimmy?
I guess I'm grateful for the opportunity.
I know that these days not everybody gets a second chance.
You know, I have a lot to be grateful for.
You know, I have three beautiful, healthy, troublemaking kids.
You know, I have the prettiest wife a man could wish for...
Bob Johnson, Boston Globe.
Two days ago, we ran a story about you giving your relief money back.
Can you tell our readers why?
I believe we live in a great country.
A country that's great enough to help a man financially...
when he's in trouble.
But lately I have had some good fortune and I'm back in the black.
And I just thought I should return it.
Wilson, you're up.
Yeah, over here.
Listen, what's the first thing you're gonna do...
if you make world champion?
First thing, I'm gonna have to go and buy some turtles.
What's that? Turtles?
Yeah, well, I said to the kids when...
I was leaving the house this morning...
that I was gonna bring back the title...
and they thought I said "turtle."
Yeah.
So naturally, I don't want to let them down.
But if I could bring home the title and a turtle...
they sure would be tickled.
You got that? "Title, turtle," right?
Jake Greenblatt from Chicago Trib.
Hello, Jake. It's been a while.
What's changed, Jimmy?
I mean, you couldn't win a fight for love or money, right?
How do you explain your comeback?
Well, you know, the truth is, Jake...
for a number of years there we was fighting injured.
I broke my hand more than once.
I got in a car accident one time, we was on the road...
and I had to get that fixed.
I had a run of bad luck.
And, this time around, I know what I'm fighting for.
Yeah? What's that, Jimmy?
Milk.
Milk?
Sporty Lewis, New York Herald.
Sporty.
Actually, my question's for Mrs. Braddock.
Mrs. Braddock, my readers would love to know...
how do you feel about the fact that...
Max Baer's killed two men in the ring?
So how do you feel about that, ma'am?
Are you scared for your husband's life?
She's scared for Max Baer, is who she's scared for, Mr. Lewis.
Okay, how about one more question, folks?
Said downstairs you wanted to see us.
Joe, Jim, come on in. Have a seat.
Right here.
Editorial says this fight is good as murder.
And everybody associated with it should be hauled into court...
and prosecuted afterwards.
They say the paper's getting all sorts of letters...
from people saying you're their inspiration.
Like you saved their lives or something.
If you ask me, it's a lot of crap.
But if I'm gonna promote this fight...
I'm not getting hung out to dry if something happens to you.
You're all heart.
My heart's for my family, Joe.
My brains and my balls are for business...
and this is business.
You got me? Gotcha.
You will know exactly what you're up against.
And my attorney, Mr. Mills...
will witness that I've done everything in my power to warn you.
You know, I seen the Carnera fight.
Carnera's height saved him.
He was knocked down 12 times.
Exactly. Would've been worse if he was shorter.
Baer had to punch up to hit him. Took a little something off.
That's Frankie Campbell.
Stand-up fighter, knows how to take a punch.
His style familiar, Jim?
Like looking in a mirror, huh? Hey, he don't need to see this.
He'll see it or I'll call off the fight.
You see that combination?
Campbell didn't go down on the first punch.
He was a tough guy.
Second one killed him on the spot.
Just cut it off, will you?
The autopsy said that his brain was knocked loose...
from the connecting tissue.
Consider your ass fully covered, okay?
Run it again.
Remember Ernie Schaaf?
Nice guy. You lost one to him in '31.
Ernie took one of those on the chin from Baer.
He was dead and didn't know it.
Next fight, first little nothing jab put him to sleep forever.
Detached brain, they said.
Joe?
No snappy comeback?
It ain't my skull the guy's gonna try and stove in.
You want to think about it?
You think you're telling me something?
What, like, boxing's dangerous, something like that?
You don't think triple shifts or working nights on the scaffolds...
is just as likely to get a guy killed?
How many guys died the other night living in cardboard shacks...
trying to save on rent money?
Guys who were trying to feed their family. 'Cause men like you...
have not yet quite figured out a way to make money...
out of watching that guy die.
In my profession, and it's my profession...
I'm a little more fortunate.
All righty then. You guys have dinner here tonight.
Take your wives. It's on me.
We'll snap some pics on your way out.
If you change your mind tomorrow...
at least we got some good press out of it.
Good. Come on.
It's gorgeous!
Jimmy, can we get silver faucets? Of course.
How many you want? A dozen? Right.
Listen. A little bird told me to check the evening edition.
So let's see what we got.
"Boxer Jim Braddock has come back from the dead...
to change the face of courage in our nation."
Oh, that's nice. Yeah.
Sporty Lewis wrote that. Sporty Lewis?
Yeah. And get this.
"In a land that's downtrodden...
"Braddock's comeback is giving hope to every American.
"People who were ready to throw in the towel...
"are finding inspiration in their new hero, Jim Braddock.
"As Damon Runyon has already written...
he's truly the Cinderella Man."
Cinderella Man? Yeah.
Oh, I like it. It's kind of girly. Yeah, kind of. Yeah.
Oh, brother. Yeah, this is gonna be fun.
Excuse me. Jim.
I'm not quite finished yet. Beg your pardon, sir.
Thank you.
You know what? I got the bill here. Yeah.
Johnston. He's a big spender. He's gonna leave a big, big tip.
Yeah. He's a real peach.
Gotta love the guy. Right, sweetie?
Look at this. This is me?
I know it is.
Jimmy.
Oh, boy.
You think Johnston set that up? Oh, yeah. I think. Maybe.
A few extra pics for the dailies.
From the gentleman who just arrived.
Mr. Baer said to wish you bon voyage.
Don't open it. Put it in a bag. We'll take it with us.
Hey, Joey? Yeah?
Get the coats. Jim.
Well, if it ain't Cinderella Man.
Thanks for the champagne, Mr. Baer.
You're doing a great job publicizing the fight. I really appreciate it.
I hope it's gonna be a very successful night for both of us.
You keep telling people you're gonna kill me in the ring.
I got three kids at home.
You're upsetting my family, particularly my wife.
Listen, Braddock.
I'm asking you sincerely not to take this fight.
Now, you seem like a decent fellow. People admire you.
I really don't want to hurt you.
It's no joke, pal.
People die in fairy tales all the time.
Hey, Max, how about a picture?
Hey, Jim! How about a shot?
There you go. Take it easy. Just smile.
One more!
Yeah. I think the smart thing would be for you to take a fall.
Circus act's over, old man.
Right here, Max. There you go.
I think I'll go a few rounds with the dancing Baer.
Yeah, there you go.
Come on, Jim. Very good. Okay.
Come on. Okay.
Hey, we'll see you in the ring. How about that, champ?
Come on. Let's go, Jim.
Max, my wife, Mae.
You ought to talk to him, Mae.
You are far too pretty to be a widow.
That's not nice, Max. Not nice. Come on.
On second thought, maybe I can comfort you after he's gone.
Hey, I said shut your goddamn mouth, you punk!
Sorry. Send me the cleaning bill.
Get that, boys?
Now he's got his wife doing his fighting for him.
Yeah. Ain't she something?
All right. Get me a drink.
All right. Three-punch combo, okay?
Pop, pop, bang. Come on.
Yeah.
Oh, that's good. One more time.
Keep your thumbs tucked in. Keep your elbows in.
All right. That's enough, now.
There's some sting in that.
That's enough, please.
Good. Yeah, that's good. Bang!
I want a turn, Dad. All right.
Hey, where's your defense? Come on, get your hand up.
I want a turn.
Left, right, left. Pop, pop, bang.
Come on, Howie.
All right, that's enough! No boxing in the house!
No boxing out of the house. All right?
No boxing. Period!
You're gonna stay in school.
Then you're gonna go to college...
and you're gonna have professions.
Because you're not gonna have your skulls smashed in, too!
Do you understand me? Is that clear?
Hey, why don't you boys go and get ready for bed, all right?
I used to pray...
for you to get hurt just enough...
so you couldn't fight anymore.
And when they took your license away, even scared as I was...
I went to the church and I thanked God for it.
'Cause I always knew...
a day might come when it could kill you.
I just knew it, Jimmy. And now it's here.
You just got the jitters, that's all.
He's killed two men, Jimmy! What's worth it?
I have to believe I got some kind of say over our lives. Okay?
You know, that if things are bad, that we can change them...
we can make things better for our family.
But I need you to be safe...
Nothing's safe anymore, Mae. ...so much.
And without that...
I need you to be safe! ...nothing's safe at all.
All right.
I have stood by for all of it.
Until now.
Not for this, Jimmy. I just can't.
So you train all you want.
Make a show of it for yourself, for the papers.
But you find a way out of that fight.
Break your hand again if you have to.
Is he all right?
So, how's he doing?
He's old. He's arthritic.
And his ribs haven't been right since the Lasky fight.
What's the bad news, sunshine?
Joe! What?
The reporters are here. Jesus.
Right. Get rid of that goddamn rib protector.
Jimmy! Press is here, boy-o!
Get bouncing around in that ring!
Showtime! Big smiles! You're the belle of the ball!
Baer don't need to know about no goddamn ribs.
Bye, Dad.
Come on, let's go. Let's go.
Hey, look. It's him.
There's Braddock!
Maybe this is your day, Bulldog!
Look, it's him! It's Jimmy, look, right there!
We're with you, Jimmy! You're gonna beat him, Bulldog!
Well, look who's here. Hi, Aunt Alice.
Come on in.
No radio, all right?
Yeah, sure. All right. Be back soon.
Hello, Mae. I came to pray for Jim.
So did they.
Yeah.
They all think that Jim's fighting for them.
Hey.
Yeah?
Who beat that John Henry Lewis?
That Braddock guy. Correct.
Who whupped that Art Lasky punk?
James J. Braddock. Correct again.
Now, refresh me on this one.
Who was it took that Corn Griffin and turned him inside out...
with no questions asked? Who was that?
I used to think it was me...
but now I'm kinda thinking it was you.
No, don't you sell yourself short.
At some stage, you think maybe you're gonna do some taping here?
Why not?
All right, let's see. How's that?
What?
Excuse me, ma'am.
You can't win without me behind you.
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
Maybe I understand some.
About having to fight.
So you just remember who you are.
You're the Bulldog of Bergen...
and the pride of New Jersey.
You're everybody's hope.
And you're your kids' hero.
And you are the champion of my heart...
James J. Braddock.
You know, you better get home.
You know, boxers hang around places like this...
and you don't want to get tangled up with that kind of crowd.
Nice girl like you. Yeah, okay.
I'll see you at home.
Please, Jimmy.
I'll see you at home?
See you at home, baby.
From the ringside of the Madison Square Garden Bowl.
Tonight, our coast-to-coast hookup...
brings you the biggest pugilistic event of the year.
Max Baer versus the Cinderella Man, Jimmy Braddock.
And in a few moments...
the contestants for tonight's championship bout...
will be making their way to the ring.
God Almighty.
Jim Braddock's rise from the soup lines...
to number one heavyweight contender has truly been miraculous.
No, never in all my years have I seen this arena so quiet.
You can do it, Jimmy!
James J. Braddock, the Cinderella Man...
who just a year ago was standing in a bread line.
Braddock's a tremendous underdog with the bettors...
but you wouldn't know it from the reaction of the crowd.
Madison Square Garden is on its feet and the noise is deafening!
An astonishing crowd is gathered here this evening.
I saw people lining up to buy tickets tonight who looked...
as if they were spending their last dollar.
But they're here now and 35,000 strong!
Listen to them!
We understand Max Baer has left his dressing room.
There he is.
Max Baer has the look and swagger of a Hollywood star.
Tonight, though, there'll be no play-acting...
not with Jim Braddock in the ring. This fight is for real.
The table's been set. Let's get to the main course.
Gentlemen, I gave you the rules
in the dressing room.
One minute to midnight, Cinderella.
Yeah? Your clock's about ticked out, asshole.
I'm here to enforce them. I want clean breaks.
Tell laughing boy here, no backhanding.
I don't want any backhanding and hitting on the breakaway.
No low blows! I'll take care of this, Joe.
You understand? You tell this bohunk no grabbing, no manhandling.
Watch your goddamn language, you nasty little shit.
Look at this! No low blows means no low blows.
You gonna let this little prick talk to me like that?
No hitting on the breaks. It talks!
Holy mackerel, it talks! Look at that!
Keep your hands up at all times to protect yourselves.
Now, touch gloves and come out fighting.
Good luck. Go to your corners.
I'm gonna kick his Mick balls up to the roof of his mouth.
That ought to be a familiar taste for him, huh?
Come on, Jimmy boy!
Yeah, boys, get some pictures here! Come on!
You can do this. This guy is made for you.
Have a picnic, all right?
There's the bell! And the fight is on!
The boys come out...
and immediately Braddock shoots a left to Maxie's jaw!
That's it! Take it right to him, Jimmy!
Now, now.
Baer snaps Braddock's head back with two right uppercuts.
It's always a question of which Max will show up in the first round...
the killer or the clown?
Maxie doing well.
It looks like he's enjoying himself, mugging for the crowd.
Take it into him!
A big flurry by Braddock! A vicious right to the head!
Take it easy, pal. I'll let it go a couple of rounds.
Madcap Maxie is heavily favored to put the long snore on Braddock...
in the first round.
That big right hand of his has dynamite in it...
especially when he traps his man on the ropes.
He's gonna carry him for a couple of rounds.
Braddock! Break it up!
Break it up, I said!
Go on, Jimmy!
Jim survived the round and looked pretty good doing it.
Braddock will not be bullied. Not tonight.
When he does this horseshit, knock it off.
He's trying to thumb you. All right?
And then slip inside of there and shorten up the punches.
All right? Shorten them up. That's your turf!
Inside is yours!
Good job, Braddock!
Come on, Braddock!
Well, no one expected Braddock to go past the first round.
Shorten them up. Stay inside of him.
The experts at ringside were wrong again.
Shorten them up! There's the bell!
And here we are in the second round.
That had some salt on it!
Braddock lands a hard right to the head.
Max swats him away with cool contempt!
He appears to be toying with Braddock.
There's no other word for it.
Max struts around the ring without a care in the world.
Sharp, efficient, tough, and short! Good.
Knock that on out.
And Max responds with swinging rights and lefts.
All power punches from Maxie.
Break him!
And Braddock punches right to the head!
Cover up!
Is that the right spot, Jimmy?
All right. Break it up!
Break it up, you two! Stay clean!
How are those ribs? Okay. All right. Take it easy.
Good pace. Good pace, Jim. Take it easy. Just breathe.
Deep breaths. Relax. Good rhythm.
You're looking great out there, Jimmy.
Yeah. You look great.
Hey, Jim? If he goes for your body...
drop the elbows on him. Teach him a lesson.
Break his goddamn hand.
That round was tough to score.
Braddock landed several surprising right hands.
And those thunderous body punches by the champ...
should pay dividends in the later rounds.
In the fifth, Baer's smile is gone.
Yeah, that's it!
Jimmy comes in with a hard right...
then neatly slides off to Baer's left.
Avoiding the counterpunch, Jimmy sticks a jab.
And now the crowd is jeering and even laughing at the champ.
And Maxie's none too pleased.
All right, break it.
Break!
Baer backhands Braddock across the face!
That'll cost Maxie.
You lousy shegetz!
That's a warning, Max.
I'm sorry.
How's that wife of yours?
Break!
She talk about me? Knock off the wrestling.
All right. Break it up!
Quit fooling around, Max!
Low blow!
What was that?
Keep them up. Wake up, you wet son of a bitch!
Max salutes the crowd. He's one of a kind, folks.
She say my name in her sleep?
Baer took a chin-full of Braddock's head in that clinch.
That's it! Work his body!
She miss me?
Baer grips Braddock's head in a headlock.
Jesus! Hey, Maxila you gonna punch him or pork him?
That's your job, asshole.
Jimmy fights his way free.
Hey, buddy... Gets a shot in to the head.
You kidding me? Fantastic!
You're gonna get hurt.
Braddock keeps punching. They hammer each other, toe to toe.
Okay, break! There's the bell!
Keep your hands up and your mouth shut, Maxie.
You watching the fight or the cute guy in the front row?
Take a seat, Maxie! He's nothing, nobody.
The guy has got nothing!
Jesus! Sit down!
Give me the sponge.
What are you doing? Don't worry about it.
Well, quit screwing around. Hey! Relax.
Give me the goddamn water.
Ten seconds!
Hit this guy. Cut him!
You cut him down to size. Cut him!
Oh, shit.
In the seventh, the boys come out again.
And Max is all business now.
Put him away, Max! Get him!
Attaboy, Maxie! Attaboy!
Slide it, Jimmy!
Braddock starting to look his age here...
as Baer pushes him around the ring.
Baer swings hard to the body.
Braddock gets in a right to the head.
Murder him, Maxie!
Jesus Christ.
Baer with a tremendous shot right there!
That was the hardest blow in the fight!
Oh, Christ.
Baer turns him again...
with another right to the head. Another right. And another.
Push him, push him!
Braddock gets in a vicious uppercut.
Baer keeps on punching!
Jesus, Johnny!
Let him go! That's enough! Break it up!
You're gonna go home in butcher paper, pal!
To your corners! Butcher paper!
All right. Let me see that nose.
Get it out. You're okay.
Let me see it. Tilt your head back.
That's nothing. That's a piece of cake.
Keep your head up. Breathe through your mouth.
Breathe.
You got all your ugly friends down from Jersey here.
They're dressed up nice. They've come to see you.
You're putting them to sleep. You're not turning him anymore.
Come on, pick it up. Spit that out, boy-o.
Good boy.
Come on.
The boys go after each other immediately.
Braddock gets in a left to the body. And a hard right...
Mae. ...to Max's head.
Baer comes swinging across with a long, swinging...
It's the cops. ...right to Braddock's head.
Braddock stumbles away.
Baer tries that right again!
They come together. Braddock swings a left and a right.
Please, Ma.
Max comes back with a left and a right of his own.
Braddock sticks out a left! Baer still after him.
Another left!
And a hard right by Braddock that rocked Baer for a moment!
Baer tries that right again.
A hard right to Braddock's head!
Braddock is hurt. His legs are gone.
Braddock sticks out a left! Another left!
Neither man will back down! It's a slugfest, folks!
And there's the bell!
James J. Braddock has exhibited a lot of heart here...
over 11 grueling rounds with the champion.
Nobody expected him to last more than a few innings with Baer.
Yet here he is. And he's held his own.
But now we head into the championship rounds, folks.
Hey, Jim, look at me.
I swear to God, boy, win, lose or draw...
Thanks, Joey. For all of it.
You son of a bitch. All right. Stop talking.
Get in there!
And bury him!
Finish him off.
Come on, Jimmy!
Here in the 12th, James J. Braddock...
is showing this crowd what heart is all about.
Jimmy seems to be timing that left...
and has slapped it away several times.
Keep moving, boy-o! You stay with him!
Son of a bitch!
Braddock with a shoeshine. Left, right!
Am I seeing what I'm seeing?
Finish him, Jimmy. Finish him!
Braddock, Braddock!
Maxie's glamour-boy smile is now a bloody grimace.
This crowd is desperately hoping for a Braddock victory.
But Mr. Baer might have something to say about that.
Holy crap!
Low blow!
That last low blow will cost you the round, Max.
Jesus! lt'll cost you the round.
Why don't you just kick him in the balls, huh?
Joe, back in your corner!
What are you afraid of, you son of a bitch?
Get back to your corner!
Come on, Ref!
McAvoy is on the verge of losing control of this fight.
Knock him on the ground, Bulldog!
Last round. That's right! Next champ!
You better worry about Baer's corner in this next round.
You know what I mean.
You won this one. It's a cinch. It is yours.
But I want you to play it cagey now. All right?
I know you don't like laying back...
but I want you to stay away from his right...
do you understand me? Stay away.
Right hand.
You're behind. Are you listening to me?
You want to lose the championship to this goddamn nobody?
Hey. Come on, Jimmy!
This is your night.
Stay away. Put him down!
Use your right hand. Right hand.
Ten seconds! Come on now. Finish him.
It's the last round, Jimmy. There ain't no more.
You play this bastard smart and they can't take it from you!
One more round to go, folks.
McAvoy stands at center ring...
waiting for the fighters to join him.
Touch gloves.
The boys touch gloves at center ring.
And now they're right back at it.
Oh, no, Jimmy!
Leave him alone!
Stay away from him!
That ain't laying back!
Braddock's corner is yelling at Braddock...
to stay away from Baer.
Because Baer is looking for the knockout.
Stay off him, Jim. Come on!
Right hand, Max. Yes!
What is he, stupid?
Step away!
Braddock trying to survive this brutal onslaught!
Stay off him!
Don't let him touch you!
Hey, looking good, Maxie!
Watch the uppercut! Just stay the hell away from him!
Baer cutting loose with thunderous shots.
A left to the body.
Baer again with a right!
Braddock covering up, trying to hang on.
Baer looking for the knockout.
He doesn't want this one to go to the cards, folks.
They pound each other with lefts and rights.
Braddock blocking with his gloves and elbows.
Snaps a big right to Maxie's jaw!
Baer smashes him with a big right!
Braddock is back on the ropes.
Braddock lands a crushing right.
Maxie desperately wants to keep the crown...
from slipping away.
Jesus Christ.
Stay with him!
Both fighters are tired.
Baer is trying wildly for the knockout!
But Jimmy is still standing...
and he's not only standing, he's moving forward.
This is the finish. Both boys are tired.
This is not boxing, folks. This is a walloping ballet.
Ten seconds!
Time's up! Son of a bitch.
That is the bell! It's over! This fight is over!
Son of a bitch!
What a fight! Unbelievable!
Braddock came into this fight...
the biggest underdog... Come on, sweetheart.
...in pugilistic history. You did it!
For 15 rounds he gave it everything he had...
against the younger, stronger champion.
We are waiting for the decision.
Mae, it's all right.
Hey, McAvoy!
What? Help me out here. Help me out.
How did you score the fight? Nine-five, one even.
Which way?
You'll have to read it in the papers, Sporty.
Oh, come on!
What the hell is this crap?
I'll tell you this much, they take this long to make a decision...
they're gonna decide to screw somebody.
Make a decision.
They're gonna rob this poor bastard.
Unbelievable bullshit. You win it.
Come on, make a decision! Tell us who won, come on!
The crowd, on its feet for almost the entire fight...
is still standing, yelling for who they clearly believe...
to be the winner of this fight.
But they'll have to wait and see how the judges scored it.
Ladies and gentlemen...
we have your decision.
It's unanimous!
Winner, and the new world heavyweight champion...
James J. Braddock!
You son of a bitch.
James Braddock has defeated Max Baer...
for the heavyweight championship of the world!
He won!
You earned it. Hell of a fight.